The idea of safety was foreign to him because it never mattered. Damage to him was something that was repaired or healed quickly and damage to others was either in the plan or an acceptable loss. He suspected that she knew in better detail what he had done on that train, how he had ruined bodies with an ease that left most people shooting at him to preserve their own lives. Killing was something that he did very well; killing was the reason he was thawed and he knew it.

He glanced at her from between strands of long dark hair, looking for deception in her words. Lessons were taught in pain, protocols followed to make him understand through the same way that he was a weapon. Yes, he had the same responses as a man, that pain would effect him, but it was a tool for behaviour modification. Yet, her assurances made him shift where he sat, wondering how long before she realized the danger that they were all in. "They will be coming for me," he said softly. "You had best be prepared for that."

He couldn't help but stare at her again at the offering of a name, and his curiosity peeked as the name seemed to fuel something inside of himself. His eyebrows drew together sharply, and he took his time to study her face more closely. "I know you," he said softly. He didn't know why he knew her, but he did. There was a stirring deeper inside of his mind, but he found it difficult to reason out what it might be. "I... know you," he repeated softly, confusion twisting his tone.